tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112204366956454376.post4493968476747452906..comments2015-02-22T11:24:42.293-05:00Comments on How a Poem Happens: Richard NewmanBrian Brodeurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18306752905070477332noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112204366956454376.post-46924553961935060792013-10-09T17:44:05.914-04:002013-10-09T17:44:05.914-04:00What a great ending! Glad to see Richard on here....What a great ending! Glad to see Richard on here. I&#39;ve been a fan of River Styx for a while, too. Coincidentally, Steel Toe published my second book so Richard and I traded books when I was down for a reading in St. Louis. Cool stuff. Like Steven said, Richard&#39;s vernacular is distinctly American. Very musical but flinty.Michael Meyerhoferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17976290446028914520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112204366956454376.post-54386735503265794002012-06-06T15:06:45.491-04:002012-06-06T15:06:45.491-04:00Richard. I knew John Hilgert as a very young man....Richard. I knew John Hilgert as a very young man. 18 years old to be exact, back in the very early 1980&#39;s. When John and his first wife Karla left the University of Missouri - Saint Louis, I took over for them as a Teaching Assistant in the Photography Department there. I was a constant (sometimes welcome, othertimes I&#39;m sure, not) visitor at their old apartment on McCausland and later at their gigantic home/compound - slated for demolition - on Webster&#39;s property. John &amp; I spent many hours traveling the city and outskirts of Saint Louis photographing and at his home(s) drinking a beer - or two or three. Back then, it wasn&#39;t Rolling Rock, but whatever was cheapest at that time. I drifted away from photography and eventually finished my undergraduate degeee in Business, and later an MBA. But most of my formative, early adult life was spent with John, Karla and the photographer Paul Kohl (who now, after time in Purdue, Baltimore, Japan, is now officially living in Singapore and currently has a show in Lisbon, Portugal). Life is funny. I spent SO much time with John for 2 - 3 years, then we completely drifted apart. I wish that we had remained close or at least kept in touch for the remainder of his life, but we ended up living very different lives. Too bad that we seem to segment our lives in that way. RIP John.Jim Ferrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06231553885051687779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112204366956454376.post-67901414421430400782011-03-02T11:16:38.907-05:002011-03-02T11:16:38.907-05:00This is one of the better poems among those featur...This is one of the better poems among those featured so far.DarKoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934459055927315629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112204366956454376.post-2853556583819302382009-03-16T07:02:00.000-04:002009-03-16T07:02:00.000-04:00knew John, and the poem really captures him. He wa...knew John, and the poem really captures him. He was quintessentially mid-western, and the language of the poem matches well the flat landscapes he photographed. And he couldn't play guitar for anything, though he tried (it was one of the endearing and ridiculous things about him). The image of the fire is also very appropriate to him, as he used fire imagery in some early altered negative work.CycloKittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01021866406971215546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112204366956454376.post-11696649314676488242009-03-15T03:07:00.000-04:002009-03-15T03:07:00.000-04:00The vernacular of this poem is definitely American...The vernacular of this poem is definitely American.Steven D. Schroederhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13485188072556490050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4112204366956454376.post-16414241554848193362009-03-05T21:24:00.000-05:002009-03-05T21:24:00.000-05:00Fantastic poem.Fantastic poem.Edhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13878879469480440991noreply@blogger.com